Zhong Mingwei's words were vulgar, but they were very clear and understandable. In Zhong Zhiheng's eyes, the Imperial Guards were never the most trustworthy, but were always suspected and jealous. Therefore, in the past thirty years, the Imperial Guards were in a precarious situation and extremely difficult. Seeing that His Majesty was getting old, the Imperial Guards naturally had to focus their attention and hopes on the new emperor. Instead of continuing to hold on to the broken ship of the Prince of Pingxi, he, a mere Prince of An from the first rank, was even less worth mentioning.
"I just don't understand! The Imperial Guards have been passed down for a hundred years, and they have always been loyal and faithful. How come they don't understand now?" Kong Wenmin clenched his fists. "Although I am a rough man who has not read many books, I know what loyalty and faithfulness mean, and I know what we should value most as human beings. Why can't they figure it out? Why are they so obsessed with success that they don't even care about morality, integrity and shame?"
"Wenmin, in the capital, if you want to rise to prominence, you almost have to be shameless." Zhong Mingwei stood up and walked to Kong Wenmin's side. While gently patting his shoulder, he said, "The Imperial Guard is not a pure land either."
"I know. But I just can't figure it out." Kong Wenmin took a deep breath, then wiped his face vigorously, raised his head and looked at Zhong Mingwei, and said seriously word by word, "I am born to be stubborn. I will only recognize one master and one principle in this life, and I will never change until I die."
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything. He reached out and patted Kong Wenmin's shoulder vigorously. He sat on the other side of the couch, took the teacup from Pang Yi, and asked Kong Wenmin: "Wenmin, the reason I want to see you is to ask you about some things about Ma Zhiming's life."
"Sir, please feel free to ask me. I will tell you everything I know." Kong Wenmin said hurriedly.
"I heard that Ma Zhiming is a gambler and he goes to the gambling house at least four or five times a month. But is that really the case?" Zhong Mingwei took a sip and asked Kong Wenmin.
"Commander Ma is not a gambler," Kong Wenmin frowned and said, "I have known Commander Ma for more than ten years, but I never knew that Commander Ma had such a hobby. Where did you hear such rumors?"
"A few days ago, I asked Zhou Youan to investigate Ma Zhiming's whereabouts before his death. The investigation document Zhou Youan submitted stated that Ma Zhiming had visited a gambling house many times," Zhong Mingwei narrowed his eyes and frowned, "What was the name of that gambling house?"
"It's called Feihualou," Meiya said hurriedly, "I've also heard of this gambling house. The first floor is for eating and drinking, and the second floor is the gambling house. This is a high-end gambling house. Ordinary people would never dare to go in. Only people of status and position would go in and out. Moreover, the identities of the guests entering and leaving the gambling house are kept secret."
"Feihualou..." Kong Wenmin frowned even more tightly. He felt that the name was extremely familiar, as if he had seen or heard it somewhere. He pursed his lips, picked up the teacup on the small table, and gently closed the tea lid.
Mei Ya looked at Kong Wenmin's expression and blinked at Zhong Mingwei, signaling him to be patient and wait and see. Zhong Mingwei could not help laughing and thought to himself that it was obviously this little girl who was impatient and was eager to point fingers at him.
"Master, I remember now," Kong Wenmin said with some difficulty after a while. His expression became even uglier when he said this. "I saw Commander Ma enter Feihua Tower with my own eyes."
"Really?" Mei Ya's eyes widened immediately. "I don't think Commander Ma is a gambler at all! Guard Da Kong, don't you remember it wrongly!"
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